Tonight, everyone’s focus is on my art, but my focus is on her. She’s the most interesting piece in this entire room.
Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.
I’m not very good with on-the-spot motivational speech,” I say to her. “Sometimes at night, I’ll rewrite conversations I had during the day, but I’ll change them up to reflect everything I wish I could have said in the moment.
The problem is, love and happiness are not concordant. One can exist without the other.
I don’t want you to change, Bridgette. I’m not in love with who you could be, or who you used to be, or who the world says you should be. I’m in love with you. Right now. Just like this.
You drink to escape the emotional pain you’re in, and then the next day you do it all over again to get rid of the physical pain. So you drink more and your drink more often and pretty soon you’re drunk all the time and it becomes just as bad, if not worse, than the reality you were attempting to escape from in the first place. Only now, you need an escape from the escape, so you find something even stronger than the alcohol. And maybe that’s what turns alcoholics into addicts.
Until then, I will continue to love you more and more with every struggle we face than I loved you when all was perfect.
If it were possible to hear a smile, hers would be a love song.
Our eyes, locked together, speak more naked truths than our mouths ever have.
I’m sorry about that. I’m sure you didn’t miss me like I missed you, but sometimes the things that matter to you most are also the things that hurt you the most. And in order to get over that hurt, you have to sever all the extensions that keep you tethered to that pain. You were an extension of my pain, so I guess that’s what I was doing. I was just trying to save myself a little bit of agony.
I know that’s weird, but that’s what you love about me. You love how much I love you. Because yes. I love you way too much. More than anyone deserves to be loved. But I can’t help it. You make normal love hard. You make me psycho-love you.
You don’t get to decide what your life means to anyone else.
She seems a lot like me. A loner, a thinker, an artist with her life. And it appears as though she’s afraid I’ll alter her canvas if she allows me too close. She doesn’t need to worry. The feeling is mutual.
Everything about her is captivating, like the aftermath of a storm. People aren’t supposed to get pleasure out of the destruction Mother Nature is capable of, but we want to stare anyway. Charlie is the devastation left in the wake of a tornado.
Don’t ask about my past. And never expect a future.
I think the idea of me is better than the reality of me.
But anyone who sees your scars before they see you doesn’t deserve you.
Love. Love is not found. Love finds.
Youth and beauty fade. Human decency doesn’t.
I used to be fine when I was alone. But now that I have you, I’m lonely when I’m alone.